The Blacklist Episode Scripts

N/A - Tom Keen

1
Give me your cash and your supply.
It's bad enough you people have
to live in my country
you have to cut into my business too.
You don't sell
in this neighborhood.
All right?
Arkan knows that.
You have 30 seconds to give up
your stash before he kills you.
He's going to kill me anyway.
Give it up
and you have my word
that you'll leave here with your life.
Understand?
Understand?
All right?
Where? Where?
There. You said I could walk
if I gave you what you wanted.
I told you
that you'd live.
I didn't say
that you'd walk.
You know what that is?
Looks like a bullet.
It's your bullet.
Forensics team pried it
from the floorboards of the Phoenix.
Ballistics matched it
to your FBI-issued 9 mm.
There's more.
The crime lab found trace amounts
of blood belonging to Samuel Aleko.
- Here's the report. See for yourself.
- Why show me this?
Because it contradicts every word
out of your mouth since you walked in.
Because at a minimum,
it is direct evidence of your perjury
and I'm trying to decide if it should
be exhibit A in your murder trial.
You made it very clear you never saw
Samuel Aleko on the Phoenix.
I suppose shooting the man
must have slipped your mind.
I sat right here
and told you exactly what happened.
Maybe Wilcox is fabricating evidence
to support his case.
You know my record, Agent Keen.
There's no love lost between me
and the federal government.
That said, I do recognize that exceptional
measures are sometimes required
to preserve our security.
Talk to me.
Enough lies.
I see.
Well, in that case,
you really leave me no alternative.
I can't shield your actions
in the name of national security
if you insist on concealing the truth
of those actions.
I did not kill Eugene Ames.
- That's the only truth you need to know.
- A jury may feel differently.
And something tells me
we're about to find out. We're done.
I'll issue my ruling in the morning.
Die Entrechteten. Really, Aram.
These misanthropes have been
on my radar for years.
- The FBI must have some kind of file.
- No. We do.
I'm just finalizing some translations.
Just a few more seconds.
I'm sorry.
I admit I don't quite follow this plan.
Agent Keen is facing an indictment
for a murder she didn't commit.
I found us a lead
on the whereabouts of the one man
- Tom Keen.
- Wait, what?
Tom Keen is dead.
He was shot and killed months ago.
No. Agent Keen shot him,
but she didn't kill him.
In what may be Agent Keen's
single greatest lapse in judgment
she saved the imposter pretending
to be her devoted husband
opting, instead, to hold him captive
in the rusty hull of an abandoned ship.
- Tell me you made that up.
- The harbormaster found Tom.
He was gonna go to the police,
so Torn killed him to keep Liz from prison.
- That is
- Insane?
I was going to say "extremely romantic."
If we can bring Tom back and get Denner
to realize that Tom killed Ames
then maybe we can
still stop Liz's indictment.
Okay. Here we go.
According to our assets in Dresden
you are looking at the leadership
structure of Die Entrechteten.
What the hell does that mean?
"The disenfranchised."
They may look like common street thugs,
but don't underestimate their authority.
They're racists masquerading as patriots.
"Germany for Germans." On the surface,
they're all about anti-immigration
preservation of the Aryan race,
but look a little deeper
and you'll find
they care far less about white power
than they do about white powder.
- They're drug dealers?
- Among the most ruthless in Europe.
Somewhere along the line, they realized
that keeping German neighborhoods
white is more than politics.
It's economics.
They're fighting a street war.
Interpol estimates a dozen drug-related
homicides in the last year alone.
Tom Keen,
the four-eyes who taught third grade
is walking into that?
- How do we find him?
I can check, but I don't think
we have any friends on the inside.
I do.
- I'm coming with you.
- No, you're not.
She's my partner. You might need help
from this side of the law to clear her.
You open your mouth, Donald,
and hay flies out.
You look and feel and smell like cop.
You are what you are. It's admirable.
But this is my world,
and you're a tourist.
You blink wrong, we are both dead
and your partner goes to prison.
I'll keep my mouth shut
and stay out of the way.
What's going on?
Agent Ressler and I were
just discussing travel arrangements.
- What are you doing here?
- We found Tom.
We're gonna make him come back.
Tell the judge that you're innocent.
Can we talk?
- What are you doing?
- Whatever it takes to keep you safe.
Finding Tom will not keep me safe.
I lied to the court.
We can handle a perjury count.
It's the murder charge I'd like to avoid.
How? Judge Denner's right.
I covered it up.
At the very least,
I'm an accessory after the fact.
Listen to me. Juries care about intent.
You didn't intend to kill the harbormaster.
That was Tom's decision.
Right now,
that judge may think you're guilty
and it's not easy
to let a cold-blooded killer go free
even in the name of national security,
but a cold-blooded killer you are not.
If we can prove Tom is responsible,
it might just tip the scales.
It's my fault.
I never should've put him there.
He'll go to prison
for the rest of his life because of me.
- One step at a time, Lizzy.
- He's not gonna come back.
He Will.
This journey we're on isn't over just yet.
You may have given up on us,
but I haven't.
- Ruddiger.
- Oh!
- I heard the good news.
- Good news? I'm in rehab.
Heh-heh. Precisely.
It requires a great deal of courage
and intestinal fortitude
for a man to take
that first step toward sobriety.
- I couldn't do it myself.
- It was court-ordered.
I got drunk and crashed
my daughter's Passat.
She'll never speak to me again.
What's the ninth step, again?
You make amends to those you harmed?
What do you want?
You do any business
with Die Entrechteten?
No, but I do know others who have.
Arms dealer name of Kohl.
Splendid. Perhaps you could put me
in touch with him.
You best try a Ouija board.
He was assassinated.
Shot dead in his car.
They do business now
with an Austrian. Becker, I think.
Since when did a pack of stuempers
like Die Entrechteten get access
to military hardware?
- Word is they recruited a new boy.
They're looking
for F2000 machine guns.
- You know where or when?
- No.
But if you wire some cash into my patient
account, they'll let me use the phone.
I'll ask around.
- Thank you, Max.
- Yeah.
And remember, one day at a time, pal.
Ah.
So the man we're looking
for is a Franz Becker?
The holiest man I've ever seen.
- What church?
- Heh. God, no.
I mean, he is literally covered in holes.
Every square inch of the man is pierced.
It's impressive.
That's who you think
Tom reached out to?
That's who I would reach out to.
Unfortunately,
Tom and I share some propensities.
Whatever you think you know
about Tom Keen, forget it.
The bookish elementary-school teacher
was a masterful illusion.
The man is an extremely talented
covert operative.
I'm not surprised he convinced you
that his persona was real.
Once he takes on a new identity,
he convinces himself.
Down! On the ground!
This shipment is being seized
by order of the BMI
on suspicion of trafficking
in contraband weapons.
What is in the shipping containers?
Answer me!
Wool gowns.
Women's dresses.
I told you, Giftzwergen!
Women's dresses, huh?
Yes, Jeff, I understand.
You're my financial planner,
but I'm not asking for your advice on this.
I just need you to do it.
Jeff, of course I know
it's a lot of money.
Thank you.
You have the routing number?
No, I want the account closed
and the money transferred today.
Thanks again.
Sir, I was just coming
I perjured myself.
I told the judge that you were on that ship
for official business, under oath.
I've crossed my share of lines in this job
but I always told myself
that wouldn't be one of them.
Of course you know that.
You were counting on it.
I made it clear that I would not lie.
I ordered you not to put me
in that position
and you intentionally did exactly that.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- I never wanted--
- That is exactly what you wanted.
Grow up. You wanna play the angles?
Leverage friends and colleagues?
Have the decency to admit it.
I'm not sorry for what I did.
But I am sorry that it had to be done.
I wanted Berlin dead.
I wanted him to pay for what he did.
To Meera, to you, to all of us.
I brought Tom to that ship for us.
I don't regret it, and I'm not gonna
lay down and quietly go to prison for it.
Can you even hear yourself?
You held another human being captive.
You set in motion a chain of events
that cost an innocent man his life.
It wasn't right. It wasn't necessary.
It was a crime way outside the lines
of what we stand for.
I came in here to say
that I don't recognize you anymore.
But after what I did today, the truth is,
I don't recognize myself.
Sir, you're bleeding.
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Oh, sir.
I need help in here!
So it's ink now.
My goodness, Franz.
As if you hadn't found enough ways
to decorate that pink hide of yours.
Hello, Red.
You know, Freud hypothesized
that tattoos are a defense mechanism
a way of externalizing
some internal trauma.
So tell me, what secret pain
are you hiding beneath
that already crowded exterior?
- Dude, I just like tattoos.
I thought perhaps it had something
to do with that recent snafu at the airport.
I heard about what happened
with your shipment.
Give us a moment.
What do you want, Red?
A quiet place next to a lovely stream
where I can watch things float by.
Someday.
But I do have a certain sway
with the appropriate German authorities.
I can get your shipment released
from customs.
This is very kind of you.
What's the catch?
In exchange for getting
your weapons released
I keep 35 percent of the shipment.
- A transaction fee.
- Red, those weapons aren't mine.
They're earmarked for a client.
I'm about to close with another broker
to replace the shipment.
- That'll cost you dearly.
- I'm supposed to make delivery tonight.
And those aren't the kind of guys
you wanna piss off.
My evening's wide open.
And there's nothing I appreciate more
than customer service.
It appears we're partners, Franz.
So just sit back and let that tattoo dry
or set, or whatever it is tattoos do
and I'll handle the negotiations
on our behalf.
Dr. Harper. I'm Agent Keen. I was
with Cooper when he was brought in.
- You were present for the seizure?
- That's what it was?
- He seemed fine, and then his nose--
Liz. My God.
- Charlene.
- What are they saying?
This is Dr. Harper.
This is Mrs. Cooper.
Mrs. Cooper, your husband's
being evaluated as we speak.
- Is he conscious?
- I'm afraid not, but it's still early.
Your husband experienced
a rather significant seizure
that may be due to his condition,
or his condition exacerbated
- by a high level of stress.
- He was with me.
We were arguing.
But he's okay?
I mean, he will be okay?
Mrs. Cooper, I wish I could be
more specific, but as I said, it's still early.
Where is the Austrian?
He's late.
Relax. He'll be here.
If this goes wrong
neither of us
will live to regret it.
You see? You worry too much.
I'll get Elias.
Good evening.
What the hell are you doing here?
I know you were expecting
Franz Becker.
But Franz and his men ran into some
unexpected turbulence at the airport.
Turn your car around
and get out of here.
I can't do that. Elizabeth is in trouble.
Are you listening?
You're gonna get us all killed.
She's about to be indicted
for the harbormaster's murder.
- You need to come back with us.
- That's not happening.
Tell her she's on her own.
Is there a problem?
You're damn right there's a problem.
Elias, my name is Raymond Reddington.
At the risk of sounding immodest,
perhaps my reputation precedes me.
- Reddington. I know who you are.
- Wonderful.
Here's the problem as I see it.
You were expecting
a shipment of weapons
from an Austrian dealer
named Franz Becker.
Unfortunately, that shipment was
recently seized by the Bundespolizei.
If you'd like to have your men confirm
before we proceed, I won't be offended.
Let's assume I believe you.
Let's assume, also,
you're going somewhere with this.
I am. It turns out dear Franzie's
the subject of a BMI investigation.
That's ridiculous. Franz is clean.
You ordered guns from a trafficker
who has been under heavy surveillance
for the last two months.
I'm offering the same goods
for the same price.
I don't like this.
I'm listening.
There is, however,
one small matter to tidy up first.
This one,
he brokered the deal with Franzie.
He has exceptionally poor judgment.
He's working
with the German authorities.
I'm not enamored with either scenario.
Elias.
He's lying.
And him? He looks like a cop.
Because I am a cop.
He's not just a cop.
He's with the FBIâs Counterterrorism
Task Force, and he's on my payroll.
How do you think we know
your guy's under investigation?
- Elias--
Give him to me.
I'll bleed him for whatever intelligence
he has and then eliminate the problem.
Or maybe I just take him out back
and shoot him.
Fine. That works for me.
If Franz is
under investigation, he put him there
so he can get a cut of the deal.
We gotta go after him.
No. We came to deliver a message,
and we have.
See? That's why we got the insurance.
Dembe?
Brad? Brad?
I told you she was guilty.
She's getting ready to run.
- What is this?
- Keen closed one of her accounts.
She moved all the money offshore
an hour ago.
It's not illegal to close an account.
What's illegal is monitoring
her financials without a warrant.
Main justice wants to shut down
our murder investigation
and we have to play by the rules?
- We do.
You wanna solve this, Marty,
but you're taking it personally.
She knows she'll be indicted.
The money's leaving the country
and Agent Keen is leaving
right behind it.
- Ressler.
- Give me Reddington.
It's him.
You know, they say you can judge
a man by the company he keeps.
Do you have any idea
what you just did? I was in.
Yes, and now you're out.
You didn't seem inclined
to leave your new friends willingly,
so I improvised.
I was on assignment.
- I had a contract.
- Circumstances change.
Think, Tom.
I'm the one who told you to go
and never come back
so for me to be responsible
for your return
you must know
I don't have a comparable option.
- No, I am not going back.
- She'll be indicted.
Not just for perjury,
not just for obstruction, for murder.
The local authorities think
she killed the harbormaster.
- She's going to prison.
- I'm the reason she's not there.
- That harbormaster was calling the cops.
- Yes, but that's all beside the point.
You know what to do, Tom.
Are you gonna let a crime
you committed to protect Elizabeth
- be the reason she goes to jail?
- Like you care.
- What does that mean?
- You are using her.
You have been using her
from the very beginning.
You need her on the outside so you can
keep your little task force up and running.
I'm glad we had this talk.
I know you'll do the right thing.
Listen to me. I am gone.
Lizzy did this to herself
when she threw me in that hole.
I am not going down. Not for her.
And sure as hell not for you.
- Any word?
- Mm-mm.
- You really don't have to stay.
- Well
Charlene, the last thing
I wanna do is pry
but Dr. Harper mentioned his condition.
Harold's a private man.
Harold has a brain tumor.
Glioblastoma, it's called.
Doctors found it last year when he was
admitted after being attacked.
They suggested
that he leave the Bureau.
Any undue stress could exacerbate
his illness.
But Harold, that-- That job
- it means everything to him.
- I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.
The original prognosis
was less than a year.
But we found
this experimental trial program.
By some miracle,
Harold was accepted.
They were giving him
some new chemotherapy drug.
We thought it might be working
but after today
I'm not so sure.
Liz, you can't say anything.
Please promise me.
Harold is so proud, the idea that you
and the others feeling sorry for him--
No, I understand.
This stays between us.
You have my word.
Thank you.
I'm collecting signatures
for a get-well card for Mr. Cooper.
"Get well, bitch.
We've got some partying to do"?
Too much? I just thought, I mean,
I wanted to make him laugh, you know?
I mean, if it's serious.
- Liz called from the hospital.
- She did? And is it bad?
- It's bad, isn't it?
- Apparently, he's hypoglycemic.
- Low blood sugar?
- Worst-case scenario
he's pre-diabetic. He'll be fine.
- Wow.
Guess I don't need the card anymore.
Did you find Tom?
Yeah. Told him what was at stake.
He wasn't moved.
Didn't realize you were interested
in his opinion.
We were interested in his confession.
He made it clear we weren't gonna get it.
So you went all that way
and you didn't bring him back?
All rise.
I will make this quick.
This whole business started
because the Justice Department
sought to quash a lawful subpoena
issued to Harold Cooper
Assistant FBI Director. Miss Wright?
Mr. Cooper had a medical issue,
Your Honor.
He's unable to be with us.
Is that right? Well, do send him my best.
Let him know he's not the only one
sickened by this proceeding.
For the record, I have completed
my in-camera assessment
of the Justice Department's position.
Before you continue,
may I have a word?
You've made yourself amply clear,
counsel
- Sidebar, Your Honor?
- Denied.
On behalf of the attorney general himself,
I must insist.
The attorney general?
Get up here, both of you.
If the attorney general is so interested
in my courtroom
he can come tell me himself.
He will. Not in person, but I've been
informed a representative will be here.
- Too little, too late.
- I'm asking the court to withhold ruling
until the AG's rep has been afforded--
- Denied.
Look at my face.
Get as close as is necessary
- to understand what I'm saying. Denied.
- Your Honor.
- What is it?
- A situation in the corridor.
What the hell does that mean?
There's someone out there demanding
he speak with you. He says he's the killer.
I see.
Well, then, I guess
you should bring him in.
The officer informs me
that you have confessed
to the murder of Eugene Ames.
Tom?
Yes.
- And you are?
- My name is Tom Keen.
Mr. Keen.
I'm so relieved.
Somebody told me you were dead.
Your ex-wife said you were dead.
She shot you in self-defense
when you abducted her for Berlin.
- She saved me.
- She held you captive on the Phoenix
to squeeze you for intelligence
about your employer.
Yeah, look. None of that matters.
The only thing that matters
is that I killed that man.
- Wrong ship, wrong time.
- So you snapped his neck, just like that.
No. Took a few seconds.
Why are you telling me all this?
You do realize what's going
to happen to you
as a result of your confession today.
I don't care what happens to me.
I came here for her.
All right, I need you to know that
Elizabeth Keen would never have hurt
- I don't even remember his name.
- His name was Eugene Ames.
I killed Eugene Ames without Liz's help.
In fact, she tried to stop me.
She begged me not to do it.
Hey, I just saw Charlene.
She said it was okay.
Come in.
From Agent Mojtabai.
Apparently, Aram thought I died.
You might have if you hadn't missed
the corner of my desk on your way down.
Now, about what you were saying.
Our conversation.
- Agent Keen--
- No.
I told you I wouldn't put you
in the position where you had to lie
and I did and I am ashamed of that.
I know you believe you acted
in the interests of the task force.
Doesn't justify it.
I wouldn't even be here
if it weren't for you.
And I certainly couldn't have survived
the last year and a half without you.
You're the only person in the world
I completely trust.
And to hear you say
that you don't even recognize me
I'm not upset at you for changing.
After what you've been pulled into,
it would be impossible for you not to.
I'm just
I'm upset
because I don't wanna see
the person that I first met
that good person
I don't wanna see her
get lost in all of it.
The doctor is ready
to discuss the test results.
You know, before today,
I would have said I had seen everything.
Now I know I haven't seen a damn thing.
Even if what you're saying is true
Elizabeth still has a lot to answer for.
- Doesn't matter now.
We'll see if your wife agrees when she's
serving felony time for perjury
and facing an indictment
for kidnapping
witness tampering, obstruction.
- You can make all that go away.
Prosecution could still charge her
with murder.
She didn't kill anyone.
They will argue that she acted in concert.
She didn't stop you.
She knew that the harbormaster
would contact the police.
She wanted him to die. At a minimum,
she was an accessory after the fact.
She had no intent.
I was the one
who made the decision to act.
Yeah, so you say.
The harbormaster would've saved you.
- Why kill him?
- To protect her.
The woman you spent the last two years
of your life betraying?
Someone you lied to, spied on,
sold out and betrayed?
A woman you married as a job?
She held you prisoner.
She wasn't thinking clearly.
I needed to do something,
or she would've gone to prison.
You're in love with her.
I won't even try to express
how twisted that is.
Okay, Mr. Keen,
or whatever the hell your name is.
You wanna fall on your sword
for this woman, so be it.
I will recommend
that Agent Keen not be charged
with the murder of Eugene Ames.
But as to the other potential charges,
I'm allowing the grand jury to proceed.
Officers.
Find a seat for Mr. Keen in the pens
until further notice.
Listen. I will make a confession.
I will give you a full deal.
But you have to promise me
that you leave Liz out of this.
- That deal won't happen.
- I'm sorry, Your Honor.
- I told Mr. Connolly you were--
- It's fine, Rosemary. Get him out of here.
Well, well, well.
Reven Wright said that main justice
would be sending an attack dog.
You're out of your mind.
I mean, the Beltway's been saying it
for years
but you really are out of your mind.
Well, in 30 years on the bench
Iâve learned their bark is far worse
than their bite.
Not this time.
What did you do, Richard?
What the hell did you do?
I conducted an in-camera hearing,
which I have every right to do.
You have no right,
and you damn well know it.
You're not cleared
to hear national security cases.
We have a FISA court for that,
and you're not on it, period.
You compelled two federal agents
to divulge national secrets
under threat of imminent incarceration.
- They violated my order.
- To hell with your order.
Your order was a per se violation
of The Espionage Act, The Patriot Act.
Intimidation, threats.
This is the way our government works.
I'm supposed to just take your word
that the case involves national security?
- That's right.
You're a superior court judge, Richard.
This case is so far over your head,
it would make your nose bleed.
You intentionally accessed classified
intelligence without authority.
I should have you arrested
right here and now.
Smiling Tommy Connolly.
You always were a smug bastard.
And you were always a paranoid,
self-righteous prick.
Your Honor.
Here's what we do.
You're gonna quash this subpoena.
- And if I don't?
- You will.
In everyone's career,
there's a crossroads, Richard.
A moment where what they'll say next
will define their lives.
Decide their future.
Is this task force
really that important to you?
I don't know what that is.
And neither do you.
You crossed the line.
I'm willing to move past it.
And who knows?
Maybe one day, when I'm AG,
we'll get you on a real court.
It appears as if the treatment
you were receiving in the clinical trial
has slowed the growth
of the glioblastoma.
But the seizure?
Chemo drugs are powerful.
They have side effects.
That can include damaged neurons.
My guess is
that's what caused the seizure.
- It was a side effect from the medication?
- Yes. No reflection on your overall health.
Which you're saying is improving.
This is one test, and your husband
has a very aggressive illness.
But it does appear
as if we should stay the course.
You'll be discharged this afternoon. We'll
continue to monitor these side effects.
All rise.
Oh, sit down.
The government has shown nothing
but disrespect for this court's authority
so spare me the hollow reverence.
Let me be clear.
Government secrecy, the idea
that the federal government can act
surveil, detain, interrogate, and even kill
American citizens with no oversight
or accountability
with no obligation to present the people
with evidence that led to their actions
that, in my view, is the gravest threat
to our national security.
It erodes the very foundation
of our great democracy.
This is a system of checks and balances
founded on a separation of powers.
The fact that any federal prosecutor
who utters the magic words
who invokes "national security," can
suppress cases, can quash subpoenas
can avoid grand juries,
that offends me.
And so
I'm very glad that, in this matter
the government's done the responsible
thing and complied with my request
to review the evidence
supporting its claim.
Having done so
I am satisfied that if Assistant Director
Cooper or Agent Keen were compelled
to testify, it would expose national
secrets and have the potential
to do material damage
to the national interest.
- Your Honor--
- Let me save you the trouble, Mr. Markin.
You and I,
for all of our accomplishments
remain rather small fish
in this deep and dark federal pool.
If that point wasn't made clear
to your boss
- I'm sure it will be very shortly.
- You can't do this.
A man is dead.
A lieutenant in the Metro P.D.
And his death is a tragedy, sir.
Agent Keen,
his name was Lieutenant Eugene Ames.
Never forget it.
Let the good work you do
from this day forward
in some way be a tribute
to his memory.
That's it.
You have to live with that.
- You know what you did.
- Marty, let's go.
So that's how it is now, right?
That the feds are just above the law.
You know, he was a good man.
Now I have to go out in that hallway
and explain to his wife and daughter
how there's no justice for a guy who
gave most of his life in service to this city.
That's enough.
Can't really blame him.
He's playing a game
with less than half the pieces.
Maybe it should have ended.
Maybe he's right.
What's gonna happen to Tom?
Who?
My ex-husband, Tom Keen?
I never met him.
There's no Tom Keen
in federal custody.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
It's just
We tried.
We really did.
Missed you in court today, Harold.
I hope everything's all right.
You made it all disappear.
Just like that.
Hey, think of it this way.
Most Americans would kill
for that kind of job security.
I didn't think you knew everything
about our little task force.
Learn something every day.
I was serious when I said
I'd be the next AG.
I've been briefed on Reddington
and a handful of other things
I instantly wished I didn't know,
but that's the gig.
I'm starting to think maybe
the gig is getting old.
- So am I.
- No.
You don't mean that.
Maybe you're a little dinged up
but you're still at the top
of your game.
You perjured yourself
for one of your team.
I admit I didn't expect that.
But I sure as hell do respect it.
Guess my principles
aren't what they used to be.
- Neither are yours.
- That's where you're wrong, buddy.
I never had any principles.
That's why I'm on a rocket to the top.
This thing with Reddington
it's important.
You've done more since you started
than most of our best covert units
do in a lifetime.
We'd do worse
than we did today to protect it.
And, hey
now I have something
to hold over your head.
Just kidding, buddy.
You have a good night.
The paperwork is complete.
The account has been established
for Mr. Ames's daughter.
You sure you wanna do this?
Yes, and the scholarship
it's
anonymous, correct?
Yes. The bank will reach out,
and they'll explain everything.
Thank you.
Now I understand why you sold
the apartment I gave you.
Eugene Ames was 67 years old.
The only reason he was still working was
to get his daughter through college.
Be careful, Lizzy.
Because the truth of it is,
once you start down this road
there's no logical place to stop.
You can see to her education,
health insurance, housing.
You can watch her
or have her watched.
Keep her safe.
Try to ascertain her hopes
dreams, desires.
Pull strings, call in favors
to discreetly smooth the path.
And for the first few years, it may work.
You'll draw some measure of virtue
from being her invisible benefactor.
But that won't last.
It's all a fraud.
That it's really not
about her at all.
That it's all about you.
And you're just
going through the motions
to salve your own guilt.
Look, all the money,
all the time and effort
all the favors in the world
cannot possibly equal
what you took away from her.
Everything else is
just a nice gesture.
You knew about Tom.
That if he came back, they'd
exonerate him to protect the task force.
He'd get his life back.
You saved a man you hate
to save me.
- Keen.
- Hey. It's me.
You Okay?
Where are you?
Are you okay?